Execution Dock - A story


Posted by Israeli guy on March 06, 2004 at 09:43:11:

This story is a joint effort of Clizia Cockspur and me. Talented Clizia should get the extra credit for editing our work. We hope you enjoy reading it.

Israeli guy.

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“Execution Dock”
By Clizia Cockspur and Israeli guy, copyright 2004
 
1
 
Five Pirate Seamen
 
It was a fine mid afternoon in June, the sun still high in the sky and a light breeze blowing from the South West. The scaffold of Execution dock, being planked and rigged after the main deck of a man’o’war, was freshly swabbed and cleared for action. At a word from the Officer in Charge – Captain Clizia Cockspur – the ten pirates were marched up from below. These five seamen and five seagirls formed up in two ranks, according to their sex. All wore the regulation prison ship suits - loose, candy-striped jackets and baggy pants, very much like pairs of pyjamas – which were rather ill-fitting in most cases, given the youth and slenderness of most of the captives. All went bareheaded and barefoot. Captain Cockspur addressed the sorry ranks,
“Now you dirty rogues, having had a good run for your money, you are paying for your crimes today. You have scourged the Spanish Main this twelvemonth – robbing, pillaging and raping at will – so you’re all deserving, no matter what your particular guilt. I’ll hear no pleas for mercy, for you shall get none. Die like true old salts, d’you hear? Believe me, it’ll be the worse for any man or girl who sullies this deck with any unsailor-like behaviour!”
The male pirates were ordained first to be dispatched - by hanging from the farthest each of the yard-arm - and the pirate seagirls, previously drilled in their duties, now dispersed to their various stations. The three strongest girls took a hold of the rope – a long length of halter, slung over the mains’l spar, bringing up the noose up to neck height. Meanwhile, the two other girls drew forth the first of the men to hang. Captain Cockspur addressed the doomed pirate in a stentorian tone,
“Have you anything to say before sentence is carried out?”
The pirate replied with as much bravado as he could muster,
“No, ma’am. I suppose I’m ready for it as I’ll ever be.”
The Captain smiled,
“Stout fellow. Any last request?”
The sailor shook his head, then glanced – ever so casually - down between his legs,
“’Part from the usual honours, ma’am!”
“Very well. And pay my respects to the Devil when you meet him. Proceed!
His jacket being removed, which exposed the crude tattooing of his chest (a mermaid riding underside a dolphin in a lewd embrace), the pirate had his hands bound behind his back. Then the noose was passed over his head and tugged tightly at his neck. Next the drawstring was undone so that his loose, baggy pants dropped to the deck. The pirate stepped out of his pants and obligingly flicked them aside with the big toe of his left foot. His cock was already in a state of flagrant arousal, but what happened next drew it much closer to the limit. With a steady pressure on the far end of rope, the pirate was hauled up to the balls of his bare feet. The three muscular girls would keep him pretty well stretched until his aforementioned ‘honours’ were realised, thence they would yank him off his feet and into the dance of death. Meantime, the pirate’s cock, reacting to the rope like a cobra uncoiling to the charmer’s flute, bucked fully upright; standing to attention, as it were, on the highest possible orders.
Captain Clizia Cockspur took a good look at this miscreant’s engine. What service it must have seen over its last debauched twelvemonth! The cock was a rugged shade of brown from its hairy roots to the neck of its taut foreskin. The head, standing proud of the sheath like a heavy, scalloped church bell, was a deep purple colour - rimmed with flaming pink. The balls, pulsating in their ample pouch, had clearly been saved up for this final outing – their oval orbs heavily weighed down with fresh jissom. It was a good length of cock, too, broad and not overly warped – just trimmed, as it were, slightly to starboard – and ready to bear a full weight of sail.
The pair of girls that had ministered to his stripping and noosing now went to work on the fellow’s final ‘honours’. One positioned herself astern, on her knees, and began stroking the cheeks of his arse with one hand, while reaching between his thighs to cup his heaving balls. The other girl, again on her knees, was aft, drawing the foreskin of his cock right back and kissing the head with her fat, bee stung lips. At this crucial point the rope was drawn even tighter, pulling the pirate almost to the tips of his toes. His body wavered, shivered, straining to find a happy compromise between the pleasure and pain exerted at either end of his torso. Eventually, the girls on the rope, having established their authority, slackened their grip at little, and the doomed pirate was able to return to the balls of his feet and spread his legs a little.
Captain Cockspur had, of course, officiated at numerous executions of pirates, mutineers and other rogues – but she never failed to take pleasure in such a scene as this. She recorded the details of her favourite executions in the Execution Dock’s log book with great care, returning to re-read them during the foreplay of her own masturbation fantasies - or reading them aloud as a prelude to intercourse with her few, carefully chosen lovers. Female lovers, she had learned with pleasure, were particularly aroused by descriptions of nude male hangings, so she was careful to note each specimen’s peculiarities – remarking the little quirks of behaviour that would add spice to her accounts.
This fellow, she flushed to remark, had a particularly smooth pelvic curl. Indeed his hips seemed to swing like the pendulum of a large grandfather clock. Also, she almost gasped as she beheld, his cock seemed happiest at an angle of ninety degrees to his body! The pirate girl into whose mouth he had so sweetly begun thrusting had merely to hold her head steady – her mouth making a wide O - and was even able to withdraw her guiding hands and cross them behind her back. The act was breathtaking! Captain Clizia decided she would have a stab at sketching it later on.
But all good things must draw to a close. The pirate was now thrusting with less will and more compulsion than his sweet, short life’s fragility would tolerate. Any moment his bursting eggs would discharge their sweet, liquid loads. In perfect empathy with the heightened urgency of his thrusts, the girls on the rope once more increased their pressure – and the near-tumescent fellow again rose to the very tips of his toes. But this time there was no conflict of sensation. Indeed, the pirate seemed to thrust the faster for it. Then, with his face and neck having achieved a bright purple, and his whole frame twitching, his cock head left the mouth of the kneeling girl, bursting with shots of dazzling white spunk. The first shots of spunk caught her full on the face, while the latter spattered the breast of her pyjama jacket.
Without waiting for the swooning pirate to recover his composure, the rope girls now hauled him about eighteen inches clear of the deck, and tied off the rope. Segueing so quickly from orgasm into death throes, the pirate was finished off in a fraction of the time taken by a conventional hanging. After a dozen or so stunted jerks – with his legs treading thin air - his feet suddenly pointed deckwards and his body sagged lifeless, the head hanging loosely to one side. Only his cock, in which so much of his life-giving blood was trapped, remained truly erect – still dripping the remnants of pure white man-juice.
“Next!”
The next few hours were spent at a leisurely pace, dispatching his four shipmates in similar fashion.
 
 
2
 
Five Pirate Seagirls

 

At seven bells, Admiral Rogers stepped up to the main deck. This was soon after John (the fifth of the pirate men), had given his last kicks and twitches. The Admiral gave a quick look at the five dangling bodies and smiled as he saw the Captain.

The Captain looked great wearing a Captain's red coat, tall, slim, and medium size breasts. Her long black hair fell on her shoulders and back. Admiral Rogers went closer to her and shook her hand, taking the opportunity to get a better look at her body, remembering the good old days he used to have her as part of her successful attempts for promotion,

"Hello Captain. I see everything is coming along well. Nice day for a multiple hanging too. I wondered if it wasn't risky to let you handle a hanging of ten pirates with such a small crew. Someone less capable could have found herself and her crew hanged by the pirates in the nooses you made them."

"As you can see, Admiral, everything's under control. The boys are already strung up, and we have five more nooses ready. I used the girls to hang the men, and give them a nice farewell treat, the usual their kind gets. This helped speed things, and as you can see they did a great job, and that they knew how this job's done. I made it clear to all the condemned that I wanted them to behave, which they did. Now the girls look about ready to me, and not unwilling if they’re given the traditional ‘honours’. The only thing is, though they did a great job on the men, I think they'd need some help stringing themselves up."

"It's a shame I missed it, must have been quite entertaining. And about the
girls, Captain, you know me. Always ready to help." Roger said, and moved forward to the girls.

"They're all yours Admiral. All yours," was the response.

Rogers went closer to the hanged men for inspection. All five men hung with a clam expression on their faces, cocks fully erect in total contrast with their limp bodies swaying in the light breeze of that beautiful June day.

The five girls, stood there still wearing their sailor-style pyjama suits, including the cocksucker with the thick lips – who had thick gobs of semen all over her face and suit. Unlike the other girls she had some extra fat on her, but she was quite attractive and feminine with her full breasts and ass. Rogers went ahead and cupped her full mamas, pulling on her nipples through the top of her suit.

"What's your name, cocksucker?" he asked her.

"Elizabeth." came the short and correct answer.

"Lets see some skin, Elizabeth. Remove your top, it's a mess anyway."

As Elizabeth did what she was told without a word, Rogers turned to look at the thin girl next to her – the one who held the men's balls as they were hung.

"Mandy." Said the girl without being
asked.

“Great.” Said Rogers, looking at all the girls. "Now since I missed all the action, and I'm impressed with your work, I'd like you to give me a little tour. Which of you girls were in charge of the honours?"

"We did". Said Mandy and Elizabeth together, and giggled. A quick peek at the other three girls showed why they were the ones who handled the ropes.

"Good. You two, do what you did with the other men, and you," he pointed at the rope girls, “Handle the pressure on the noose. No need for full nudity, and no need to complete the procedure of course," he said smiling. "Come along now girls, we don't have all day for games, we still have all five of you to string up from these nooses."

The two girls escorted him – in mock-execution fashion - to the noose next to the last man hanged, which was dangling a modest distance away (being set up for the girls). Quickly Mandy noosed him as Elizabeth got hold of his cock. Lorry held the rope and tightened it so Rogers now had to stand on his toes. She
could hardly keep herself from pulling harder on the rope, thinking that Rogers was a very brave man to get a blowjob, and stick his head in a noose, both handled by two girls with nothing to lose.

Soon Rogers enjoyed pumping Elizabeth's mouth, his hands on her head as he had the advantage of having his hands free the other man didn't. Skilled as a cocksucker with lots of recent practice, Elizabeth did a very good job, her mouth quickly filled up with his juicy jissom.

As Lorry was about to loosen her grip on the rope, Captain Clizia - rather amused by the spectacle - went up to Admiral Rogers and said with a smile,

“Enjoying ourselves are we? Wouldn't you like to get full service? We have plenty of rope for the extra noose, you know."

The Admiral, his noose somewhat slackened, stirred himself from a sweet and satisfied swoon,

"Er, no… that will be fine, thanks. And we wouldn't want you to get in trouble for hanging an Admiral, now would we?"

"Oh, I'm sure we can use your approval witnessed by the rest of the crew, or maybe we should just make it up. Dead men tell no tales."

"Well, that would make another fine mass hanging, that I regrettably wouldn't be able to see, unless you have something in writing.” He removed the rope from his neck. “But I like your spunk. Let’s bet on which expires faster: Mandy or Elizabeth. Winner gets to hang the loser. I'll even let you pick your winning horse."

Rogers didn't have time to ask
Clizia if she was brave enough to risk her own neck, when she sharply said,

"Deal! And I say Mandy will last longer. Release him, Lorry. Every fool knows thin and younger women last longer. I'll have you hanging soon enough, fair and square."

The regular crew of the ship were very excited by recent events and cheered, hailing the name of the Captain. The only one who didn't, a woman in her early thirties was chosen then and there by Rogers to replace the Captain. Clizia had a big smile as she told the Admiral,

"Now we should get along to the rest of the executions. I think you should start handling them."

"And I think you're forgetting that you're under my command," said Rogers. "Alright girls, great job handling the hangings, but I can't help you with what the law says. We'll hang the two muscular girls, and then Lorry, before we get to the contest. I'll need your help Captain for the last hanging. All the girls will be hanged topless. Okay girls. Strip! Lorry, you help me pull for now. Elizabeth, finger the cunt of any hanging girl who asks for it. Let’s go to work. "

"And this is for the loser," said Clizia holding the extra noose and throwing it over exactly between the two groups of the five nooses. "I can hardly wait for this one."

"We'll see how eager you are when it’s time for the loser to hang," said Rogers. "But for now I think it would be best if you felt the noose around your neck just like I did. Lorry?"

"Yes Admiral," Lorry answered.

"Please help me noose the Captain. It looks like we will have to do without her help hanging you girls. She will see you hanged wearing a tight noose."

"With pleasure, Sir," said Lorry grabbing and binding Clizia's hands behind her. Rogers swiftly noosed Clizia while ignoring her protests, and Lorry sealed the deal by pulling the rope tight and tying the other end off. Clizia had to stand on her toes.

"Good job, Lorry, that would keep the bitch's trap shut I hope. And now let’s string you girls up."

The women, still topless acted as if it wasn't about their own death. The five girls surrounded Rogers, and some of them even kissed him. Lorry went as far as to tell him she hoped he would enjoy her death-throe dance.

Then it was time for business. Elizabeth and Mandy started licking the cunts of the first two to be hanged, while Lorry and Rogers tied and noosed them. One after the other they were lifted into the air, and started kicking. While they did, Lorry stepped
bravely to the third noose and noosed herself. Rogers gave her special attention, kissed her and fucked her while the two girls kept kicking. When they finished, Lorry came and whispered a small "I'm ready" in Rogers's ear, and put her hands behind her. Rogers then tied her, and pulled her up with Elizabeth's and Mandy's help. Lorry didn't take long to expire.

"And now for the contest," said Rogers. "Elizabeth and Mandy, please assume your positions. We will hang you at the same time so we can tell who died first. Elizabeth, I want to thank you for a great blowjob."

"You're welcome, Sir, and I'll try to last as long as I can, Sir, so you won't hang," said Elizabeth.

Both girls stood next to their nooses. Rogers noosed Elizabeth, and did the same with Mandy. Mandy said,

"Well I really hope to die quickly, Sir, but I don't think I can do much more than kick a lot so I'll get exhausted faster."

"Don't worry, Mandy. It's sweet of you to be
concerned but I'm sure things will turn out right. You don't have to make any special effort. Just let the rope do its thing. It was a pleasure to know you," Rogers said, then smiled and kissed her. While he did, she felt a capsule sliding into her mouth. A second later she heard Rogers whisper in her ear, "Swallow it. It's hemlock, it will make you die in two minutes."

Mandy smiled, and swallowed. Rogers hoped she wasn't bluffing - and that she had swallowed the capsule. Even with a noose around one's neck one has to be very brave to swallow hemlock.

"May I
have three officers please?" Rogers looked at the staff. "You, you and you." He picked three. One of them was the woman who hadn’t cheered Clizia's act. Her name was Susan. The Admiral held Mandy's rope with her, and the other two held Elizabeth's rope. Rogers waited a few seconds so most of the time needed for Mandy to die from the poison was up. When he saw that she was starting to get dizzy and disoriented he smiled,

"On the count of three. One ... two ... three!"  his voice booming. The two girls were hoisted up to start their last dance. Most of the crew and Clizia were
now Cheering for Mandy, while a few others cheered Elizabeth and Rogers did his best to look like someone who didn't know the dice were loaded. A minute later Mandy’s body was limp. Rogers called the ship’s medic who confirmed that she had gone, while Elizabeth was still kicking. Clizia's face turned white.

"That's impossible! Let me go! Thin girls always last longer!" she started yelling, while Rogers went to her.

"I'm sorry, Clizia. Well, to be honest, I'm not. But either way you lost and will now hang. Have the dignity you demanded from others in your position,
and stop yelling. Do you have any last words?"

"Damn you Rogers. Let me go. You're losing a fine Captain, you know," was her response.

"I'm sure we can replace you, and let’s face it, you wouldn't let me go if it was the other way around. I chose Susan to replace you, and she will need your uniform so you'll have to hang naked. Susan, please help me undress the soon to be dead Captain."

"With
pleasure, Sir," said Susan and soon Clizia – unceremoniously stripped where she stood at the noose - was left naked, mouth open, and red faced, degraded, but still trying to keep her anger contained. Rogers then retied her hands behind her, and with the help of Susan pulled the rope tight – drawing the naked Captain to the very tips of her toes. Rogers whispered in Clizia's ear,

"You know you were right, I did cheat." And before poor Clizia could protest, they pulled hard again and her legs were off the ground.

Susan enjoyed the Admiral’s kisses while both watched Clizia dance for them naked. When Clizia’s lank though shapely body finally went limp at the end of its delightful death-throe dance, Susan found herself promoted. She and the Admiral went off to celebrate their day’s work in the Captain's quarters. Eleven bodies were left swinging in the June breeze, the warm evening sun setting behind them. 
“Execution Dock”
By Clizia Cockspur and Israeli guy, copyright 2004